Of Sāmoan descent, Rosanna Raymond was born in Auckland and now lives in London with her family. Her art practice ranges from installation works, spoken words and body adornment, fusing traditional Pacific practices with modern techniques. She has had residencies at the De Young Museum, San Francisco, the University of Hawai‘i at Mānoa and the Cambridge University Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology UK, where she curated the internationally acclaimed Pasifika Styles exhibition with Dr Amiria Salmond.
ex-cannibal, still got a few head-hunting tendencies and sometimes can’t tell a predator from the prey … oh well they all taste the same. Long of the tooth but still fertile, a red clay lady, been around since the first dawn, introduced Papatūānuku and Nafanua to the Virgin Mary and they have been friends ever since, certainly makes for great ladi nights out. Once had a shark king for a husband but swapped him for a warrior god in the shape of an octopus because he gave better cunnilingus.
that girl can talk, you can’t help but listen, her voice is soft and dry like breeze playing with the autumn leaves, she’s got skin like the bark of the tree, so often hides in the forest, don’t worry if you can’t see her as she smells of a 1000 gardenias. Good to have around on long black nights as she is full of myth and magic and has her own sickle moon for you to make a wish on. Loves wearing dog skin, banana flowers and no undies on formal occasions, so don’t make her sit cross legged or try to hide her in the rafters.
a sweet soul ladi, with paua-shell eyes, you can see her back arching across the sky at night, it’s swathed in a cloak knitted from glitter, works so hard but always poor … keeps her slim though. Will never reveal your secrets, they are safe with her. There’s not much to eat up there, so she feasts on rainbows and the odd spaceman when visiting her best friend, Sina, who lives on the moon, you can see them sometimes spitting out the bones. No need for a spacewaka she can fly, but rarely comes to see me, as earthly pleasures are not to her liking.
always ready for some girl on girl action, once they were stuck back to back but were torn apart when they were out playing with some thunder and lightening. Sometimes weighed down by life but loads of sex, good shoes and great friends keep them happy enough, they ain’t going to fade to black, because they can chase the clouds away. Has been known to scare the boys so only men need apply to take a peek at their tattooed thighs and hairless vaginas and don’t forget to hang on if you go for a ride.
a ceremonial virgin, with centipede edges, never one for compliments, she’s a true savage, quick to bare her buttocks at the slightest offence, has no qualms about slapping your lips and telling you to eat shit, whilst trussing you up like pig ready for the spit … but has the most fantastic manners and a loving face with much warmth in her eyes. She had a big black eel for a lover but had him chased away, lest they were discovered, as it would be her own facial blood not that of her hymen she would be covered in.
got big bones and big hair, when she breathes her breasts rise and fall like the swell of the shallow sea, loves wearing mother of pearl and pounamu all at the same time, so she chimes when she walks, always busy so can seem a bit distracted, never the less, a no fuss, no bother, can do sort of a girl. Pretty in a strange sort of a way, you can’t help stare at her eyes, they are vast and can light up the night sky, you see she has no pupils, they are vessels containing old gods … just don’t trip over and fall in them … you won’t come back alive.
has the meanest huruhuru froufrou you ever did see, thick and dark they look great all oiled up and sprinkled with turmeric, matches her black lips and sunshine smile, loves the feel of leather and feathers and don’t pick a fight with her as she knows what to do with a big stick. You should see her on the dance floor, she’s got butterfly thighs, you’ll want to take her home and introduce her to your mother. Be aware, she needs the salt water to cleanse in, so she can’t live far from the sea and make sure she has a soft mat to recline on when indoors, she’ll treat you to a song and make you cry.